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"The Smoke Stops Here" is a blend of fictional vignettes and facts that delivers a powerful, poignant and extraordinary look at nicotine addiction. It is a work of exceptional insight and value, uncluttered, unambiguous and quite possibly unique among self-help books.
The author’s coup lies in revealing smokers to themselves, achieved while maintaining a work that is enlightening, compassionate, engorssing, imaginative and even humorous. An easy gait and a home-spun philosophy prevail throughout, as the author explains his own escape from 20 years of nicotine addiction.
Essential health issues are amply addressed, from vitamins the author used to repair years of damage he sustained from smoking, to the fear of weight gain, depression and stress smokers unnecessarily associate with quitting.
You will sense the strength of this inspirational work from the moment you pick it up. Nothing quite like has ever been offered to smokers.
You will laugh and cry, but you will enjoy every minute of your escape from cigarette prison inside the magic pages of "The Smoke Stops Here."
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The author is a writer, inventor and composer, born April 5, 1942, on the Texas-Mexican border at Laredo, Texas.
After two years of junior college he volunteered for duty in the U.S. Army, serving three years during the Vietnam War Era. He was subsequently assigned to duty in Germany, where the newspaper on which he served as editor-in-chief won top honors Europe-wide as best in its class.
Upon separation from the military he pursued a degree in composition and subsequently settled in London, England, where a number of his musical works were recorded by both English and U.S. artists, including Dusty Springfield, Cleo Laine, Georgie Fame, and trombonists Kai Winding and J.J. Johnson.
He turned down an invitation to write the original score for "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre" to develop a musical instead, "The Horns of Unicorns," based on Harriet Beecher Stowe's immortal classi, "Uncle Tom's Cabin," which he collaborated on with long-time friend and lyricist, Jeff Ryan of London, England.
The work drew raves as a trailer presentation when it debuted to enthusiastic crowds at the San Antonio, Texas, Carver Cultural Center in 1990 and fell just short of a major grant from the National Endowment for the Arts when funds for that organization were virtually eliminated by then-president Ronald Reagan.
Undeterred, Lacey accepted a position as Vice President of Customer Relations at Fabricas Orion, a 7-plant manufacturing complex cited in Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, remaining with the VISA giant for 10 years.
With the advent of computers, he saw an opportunity to extend his 20-year-old quit smoking system to the Internet and built a website with partner Jon Hoffman. The site eventually achieved a number one ranking on Yahoo and still commands a top 3 position there today. Fluent in English and Spanish, he now resides in Austin, Texas, where, together with business partner Jonavan P. Hoffman, he co-owns and co-manages a number of self-help websites.Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.:
The job site was in a prominent location, exposed to high traffic. A first rate job would go a long way to helping my fledgling business and I was determined to meet the challenge.
During one late afternoon when things weren’t going as well as I had hoped, I decided what I needed to get things under control was -- a cigarette, of course. I was sick with a summer cold. It disappointed me that I wasn’t able to resist the urge even under those conditions.
Then, in no more time it took to remove my cigarette pack from my shirt pocket, something snapped inside me that had been rumbling for a very long time.
My resignation to the addiction that I had so obediently and unquestioningly servered for so many years was suddenly converted to rage. In that split second I knew I had just quit smoking forever. I didn’t know how I knew it, I just did.
In my mind’s eye, I grabbed my package of cigarettes by the throat and twisted and wrung its neck until every cigarette inside it had been strangled.
I crumpled the package with both hands and crushed it some more, finally flinging it over a 10-foot wall that surrounded the grounds of the site.
To this day I have never done anything with as much fury and determination as I threw away that package of cigarettes, and as I heaved it over the wall, I shouted every four-letter obscenity known to man -- a thousand time over.
"Screw you!" I yelled (far worse, actually). Over and over again I shouted it at the top of my lungs, "Screw you! Screw you! Screw you!"
There were tears that welled up, too, tears that spoke to all the years I had been addicted, tears that vented my rage over my yellow-stained teeth and the burn marks on the seat of my new van, tears that spoke to my shame over my skinny, frail, stinky body, tears over my inability to laugh anymore because laughing made me cough or choke or both, tears that spoke to my undisciplined life and tears over my frailty in trying to fight back against a stupid 3-inch tube full of poison that I had been willingly sucking down my lungs for 22 years.
As instantly as I flung that package of cigarettes over the wall, an angry peace settled over me. I knew in that instant I had quit forever. A 3-pack-a-day-addiction had ended -- just like that.
I didn't know then and I don’t know now if anyone was around to hear me, but I didn't care then and I don't care now if anyone did.
That night, I lay in bed revisiting my stunning escape. I couldn’t have been any happier. I couldn’t have been any more proud. But I was confused, too. How was it, after 22 years of smoking and countless unsuccessful attempts at quitting, that I just stopped smoking from one second to the next?
I hadn’t even been thinking about quitting. Why did it happen? I wanted to understand.
In the past I had quit out of embarrassment, I had quit over concern that my general health was on the wane, I had quit as a promise to my sweetheart and I had quit out of respect for my family. In short, I had quit so many times for so many reasons I couldn’t remember them anymore.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks!
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Book Description TSS Enterprises, 2004. Paperback. Condition: New. Never used!. Seller Inventory # P110974956708
Book Description TSS Enterprises, 2004. Condition: New. book. Seller Inventory # M0974956708